Present day. Two weeks after Shayla shamed Misty in the library. Misty glanced at the shifting ceremony preparations spread across the living room of the pack house. “Do I really have to help Shayla?” she muttered under her breath, resentment creeping into her voice. Avant crossed his arms. “You need to know her moves, Misty. This is bigger than just her.” Misty rolled her eyes "Right. Because why not throw myself into the fire?” Clark chuckled softly, nudging her side. “Careful. You might end up with a crown you didn’t want.” Misty rolled her eyes again, but the corners of her lips betrayed a subtle smirk. “Let’s just survive the night.”
Misty stepped towards Shayla's lavished decorations, hesitation knotting her stomach like a tightening noose. The grandeur of the items in the space ove
